Hans cleared his throat like a man determined to sound professional. "If I had to guess—Attorney Jett's place. Zero Bar."
Maeve had a small circle in Aethelburg. Based on what Hans had dug up, she only spent consistent time with two people.
Naomi. Jasper Jett.
Jasper was an odd one—nobody seemed to know where he'd come from, yet he moved through Aethelburg like he'd been born to it.
Even his bar stayed packed every night, influential in its own way.
What Hans could guess, Andres could too.
He leaned forward and ordered Murray, "Turn around. Now. Zero Bar."
Hans couldn't help adding, "Mr. Andres—don't take this the wrong way, but Miss Vance has always been… lukewarm with you."
They'd been living together for a while now, and Maeve still did whatever she pleased, never treating the marriage like it mattered.
It broke every assumption Hans had ever held about how women reacted to men like Andres.
At first, Hans thought Maeve's indifference had to be an act.
After all—Andres sat at the top of Aethelburg. He was good-looking, powerful, not the type to sleep around, and his background made women chase him like a religion.
Marrying him should've felt like winning the lottery.
Hans had been sure Maeve would fall hard, eventually.
Instead, Maeve's attention never stayed on the marriage at all.
If anything, she kept trying to get pregnant, break The Binding, and say goodbye to Andres for good.
And meanwhile Andres—Andres was the one getting pulled in.
From being cold to her at the beginning… to hovering over her now, protective and attentive like some loyal guard dog.
Apparently, the universe had a twisted sense of humor.
Andres's mood darkened. "I'm not an idiot. I can tell she doesn't like me."
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